mr-ants-newscast

[mr-ants-newscast]

[*It's almost instinctual, how quick it is- as soon as the knockoff pulls him closer, he needs to gain back his standing. His hand comes up to Ftenna's tie, yanking it roughly and bringing their faces closer.]

Oh, come on, doll. You only manage to get me all hot and bothered because I'm not expecting it live on the air. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

[*He yanks the tie a little harder, pulling him closer yet. He set his drink down, resting his offhand on the others thigh.]

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

[mr-ants-newscast]

Oh, the viewers…

[*He groaned, rubbing at his ‘brow’ with a hoarse chuckle, devoid of any humor.]

Believe me, they pestered me just the same about you. I don’t see the appeal in being so interested in OUR business.

…Speaking of which, don’t try and drag me down to your level, dimwit. You’ve damn near coined your own type of freak. I’m just taking advantage of how desperate you are. A little extra budget can be a godsend for production. Heh, free lesson from a real director, producer and star. Not that your little home movies aren’t… cute, too.

[*He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.]

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

[mr-ants-newscast]

ooc//

will probably be mostly responding to threads at first… gonna try n not get burnt out again blehh…

[mr-ants-newscast]

Puh-lease, I dont get drunk off one glass. I'm no lightweight.

[*He smirked a little as he swirled the drink around in his glass lazily. When the remote started talking on and on in the background, he rolled his eyes, calling out down the hall.]

AHEM. A little assistance for our guest here, folks?

[*..After about a minute, a dog rushes out from the hall and tosses a white sheet over fongler. they dont. move him or anything, just cover him up. out of sight, out of mind, ig. Ant smirks at that, relaxing back against the couch.]

Right, anyways, where were we?

...You really like that stupid nickname, dont you? Typical... You seem like the type of freak to need something like that. Makes you feel all confident, big guy? Hah.

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

[mr-ants-newscast]

yeah, yeah, okay. Your money talks, so you can shut up now.

[* One of his lower, mechanical arms grabbed at the Other Tenna's tie, yanking him inside. He sat him down on the couch in the dark green room, moving behind the couch to get to the bar, popping open the bottle the other had brought.]

[*...This is literally the same room fongler is sitting in a corner, but ignore that, he'll be fine,]

[*He handed the edgier knockoff a drink, slipping on the couch beside him.]

You're having at least one drink of what you brought with me. That way, if you're trying to poison me or something, you die too.

[*He laughed, which died out awkwardly in the quiet room.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Come on, you can be patient for a little while longer, cant you?

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

[mr-ants-newscast]

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

[mr-ants-newscast]

Your so skrunkly scrimblo

Sure, maybe you're a little piendish at times,

But your still a mipy

Are you all having a stroke? Should I call somebody?

[mr-ants-newscast]

Yuh huh, okay, bye.

[*...You can hear someone slamming the phone back on the wrong way.]

dangit, howd'ya...

[*The other side hangs up.]

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

[mr-ants-newscast]

BOSSS! HE SAYS FIFTYS!

...YUH HUH. UH HUH.

'e says he'll agree if ya brings a fancy wines, too.

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

[mr-ants-newscast]

...Uh, if ya says so, pal.

[*He pulls the phone away, yelling to someone else outside the room.]

BOSS! DUDES ON DA LINE! HE SAYS, UH, THIRTY THOUSANDS!

...UH HUH. UH HUH.

Boss says ta doubles it.

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

[mr-ants-newscast]

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

[mr-ants-newscast]

For Mod! Just a warning, I might do asks alot, sorgy- I just rlly like Mr. Antenna 👉👈

-🎨 anon

ooc// mod note here!!

I just wanna. say this to clear it up. NO PROBLEM AT ALL!!!

you guys can send all the asks u want... just pls be mindful it may take me a bit to get to them!!

other than that go wild, I love having a ton of asks to answer, heheh

[mr-ants-newscast]

Would it hurt to have your antennas torn off?

...No.

Weird line of questioning.

[mr-ants-newscast]

[*There's an explosion somewhere distant on set.]

[*Sounds like a pipe bomb.]

...WHAT WAS THAT?

Hello??? Hello??? Mike??? Did you blow something up again???

[mr-ants-newscast]

Actually, newscaster... if you'll pardon my intrusion, I believe I may have a job for you.

You hate your counterpart, yes? Despise him for pretending to be better? Wouldn't you like to pour acid in the wound? Wouldn't you like to make his life worse?

You're an expert at finding material. At digging up dirt on people. At presenting it to an audience. And I assume an expert at splicing material together to make a story. Wouldn't it be such a shame, then, if you--by some strange coincidence--found proof that this wasn't the first act of infidelity for our dear jester? Particularly if it concerned a certain mailman?

I have all you need. All you need to do is write a story. As for a reward? I'll let you choose between a million dark dollars or one of the toys in my arsenal. One-of-a-kind, can't be found anywhere else. Don't believe me? Your "knockoff" can vouch for my credibility.

What say you?

...My,

Well, isn't that interesting?

You wouldnt need to pay me at all. I'd write that story for free, sweetheart!

God, how I'd love to write a takedown piece of that dumbass everyone falllsssss over themself for.

Hand over whatever info you have, and I'll get to work, darling.

[mr-ants-newscast]

youre cool pls dont go bald

...I already dont have hair?

[mr-ants-newscast]

Are you a coffee or tea drinker?

or better yet do you just do whiskey in the morning like an English teacher with nothing to lose

Coffee. Black.

Though, I'm not against a whiskey in the morning.